I Hate Teenagers
I hate teenagers with a passion that burns deep in my soul. That actually isn’t true. I hate middle schoolers. Actually what I hate about middle schoolers is that they must have something to do at every moment or they will just get into everything.
I don’t remember much about being a middle school student, but I do think I understood that everything in the world didn’t belong to me. Maybe I didn’t, but there are a couple of guys at church (who’s mom for some reason is 30 minutes late to pick them up every week and I am stuck trying to keep them out of trouble) who just don’t understand that the stuff laying around in a church isn’t for them. I have to constantly be on the lookout or they will have gone into SS rooms and found toys or just random stuff to throw around, or they will go into the kitchen and get drinks out of the refrigerator.
I have tried for the past several weeks to get it into these guys heads that they can’t just pick up everything they see. I have tried to explain that I am not the only person who has stuff at the church and since I don’t know whose stuff most of that stuff is I can’t let them just start taking it. Well tonight, I was trying to keep them from tearing everything up when one of them asked his brother where he got the Dr. Pepper he was drinking. I assumed that he had gotten it from the machine. His brother then said that they are in the fridge and then came back out with the pack and said there wasn’t anymore so the little one grabbed a thing of ice cream and started eating that.
I have to say that I totally lost it. I don’t think I have ever wanted to kick someone out of my church as bad as I did these two guys. The lack of respect for what I had told them and for other people’s stuff was so overwhelming I didn’t know what to do. I think I freaked them out as I yelled as loud as I could, but I was about ready to cuss and yelling seemed at least a little better.
Of course they have no clue what it means to come into church on Sunday and find that your stuff has disappeared. They have no clue that I am the one who catches flack for how the youth treat the church and the rooms that they use. They have never in their lives actually had to buy anything so they can’t understand that they can’t just take whatever they see. I know why they are like they are, but it still drives me crazy.